Windows [BLOG POST]

IS23rhi63c649y0000000000WINDOWS. I remember when they were little, nothing else mattered, just to be with them was enough for me. The sound of laughter, my wife running around making sure nobody fell off the ladders as they helped me paint the windows on a perfect summer day.

But what I loved most was the sound of their laughter, their beautiful faces getting paint all over themselves instead of the windows, all three children on ladders as if climbing Mt. Everest in front of my eyes, that was the best day of my life.

Creating memories is what the heart longs for and when the memories are there, it’s as if time stops. Sitting still, forever imprinted in our minds, until one day a lonely day awakens them just long enough to bring a smile to your face.

Tears of joy, tears of a day gone by, tears of a day well spent.